SEASONABLE.

The close of the season, the close of the season,

It leaves a man rifled of rhino and reason;

And now, with hot rain and a westerly breeze on,

I don't opine racketing London agrees on

The whole with Society. "Kyrie Eleison"

I'll chaunt when I stand with my wife and my wee son

Some windy "Parade" or exuberant "Lees" on,

In the splash of the salt and the flash of the free sun,

And am garbed in a fashion that, sure, would be treason

To Bond Street; and ruminate, sprawling at ease on

The sands with their bands and extempore sprees on.—

"Table d'Hôte-ards," repair to your Homburgs or freeze on

Cosmopolitan Alps, and eat kickshaws to tease one;

But me let the niggers marine and the sea's un-

Translateable sing-song, and bathers with d——s on,

Delight, and bare children, their noses and knees on,

Till quite I forget Messrs. Welby and Meeson

(Those despots of law) and my failures, and fees un-

Liquidated as yet, and myself—and the season!